Hey y'all, it's Finscoth again with a very very short exerpt from my story "Chloe's Peculiar Christmas Eve Adventure". I will start posting the real thing in December, but untill then, here is a taste of it.

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    Chloe screamed and tried to hide from it, but it was no use. The ugly old man was already staring into her eyes, hunched over his candle. “Who, who, who are you, Mister?” she shrieked.

    “Me?” he replied, in a low, raspy, whispery voice. “I’m me. And who are you? You are you, but that doesn’t matter now, dose it?” Before waiting for Chloe to answer, he said, “Good. Now, Miss Chloe, I haf come to tell you that eet ees Christmas Eve. Late, late at night, at Christmas Eve.”

    She nodded her head slowly. She was scared of what he would say next, and if she was in trouble for anything.

    “Good, good. Miss Chloe, you will be ebble to have one gift early. What would you think af that?”

    Chloe swallowed and said in a whisper, “That would be splendid, Me.”

    “Me? No, I’m me. You’re you.”

    “Oh, I’m sorry, You.”

    “No. You’re you, I’m me!” the old man said, becoming very agitated.

    “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to call you. But yes, I would love to have one of my presents early, sir.”

    “And what would you think eef you could choose the one you would have?”

    “All the better, sir.”

    “Very well then, Miss Chloe, you wheel be ebble to choose between three geefts tonight… you may only keep one. Understewed?”

    Chloe was shaking with fear, but she answered, “Yes, sir.”

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